Senior, follow me

At first, he was just muttering to himself——

"Why did this happen...I have been with Yang Ze for so many years, from high school...to college...except for him, I have never liked anyone! Why today...the fuck is like this..."

"That woman! Where did she come from! How dare... dare to snatch someone from me!"

"I lost...I lost...but I haven't fucking started yet! I've already lost..."

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Fang Qiao listened quietly, with sour and astringent emotions in his heart. He felt sorry for Yan Zi, but could not restrain his jealousy and jealousy towards Yang Ze.Why are things in this world always like this, what I most want to get is flooded by others?Why does Yan Zicheng's feelings always revolve around that person, but he doesn't get even a little attention from the other person?

No one stopped him, Yan Zicheng held the cup and refused to let go, the more he drank, the more his emotions gradually lost control, his voice became louder, and he attracted a lot of attention in the quiet bar——

"Yang Ze! Why don't you want me! I, Yan Zicheng...how can I be inferior to a woman? How can I be inferior to a woman?"

"Could it be that just because I'm a man, I can't like you and be with you!"

"Fuck, why, why! My mother - why!!"

"Yan Zicheng, Yan Zicheng...you are such an idiot! Coward! You fucking deserve it!"

Yan Zicheng's screams and weeping blood were not only for this fruitless love, but also for himself, for that cowardly, cowardly and pathetic Yan Zicheng who liked men and only dared to fall in love secretly.He despises his timidity, but he has to be timid. What qualifications does a gay who likes his good brother have to be brave?

Fang Qiao couldn't stand listening to it anymore, and couldn't watch it anymore. If Yan Zicheng continued to talk like this, he might be famous at X University tomorrow.Fang Qiao forcibly snatched the wine glass from his hand, supported the limp Yan Zicheng, and wanted to take him away.

"You... let me go! I don't want to go!" Yan Zicheng struggled and pushed him hard.

"You're drunk, stop making trouble, and come back with me." Fang Qiao restrained her temper and persuaded her in a good voice.

Yan Zicheng stared at him with misty eyes, and it took him a long time to recognize who he was. He frowned tightly, "You are...Fang Qiao? Let me go and leave me alone! Yang Ze...Yang Ze is here Where? You go... find him, I have something to tell him!"

"Yang Ze...Yang Ze..." Yan Zicheng leaned softly on Fang Qiao, but kept saying Yang Ze's name.

He was so drunk that he still opened his mouth and shut it all because of Yang Ze!Fang Qiao froze, and the anger couldn't stop rushing up. Jealousy mixed with depression rushed all the way through his limbs and bones, burning every nerve in him. His rationality disappeared suddenly, and the hurtful words did not pass through his head. He just burst out, "Yan Zicheng, you are fucking endless! Yang Ze is a straight man, just a few hours ago, he just found a little girlfriend in front of everyone! Wake up, you and He, there is no play at all! Not now, and not in the future!"

Yan Zicheng fell silent suddenly, bowed his head and said nothing, Fang Qiao's chest heaved violently, and the two of them were in a stalemate, without moving for a while.

"Fang Qiao..." After a long time, Yan Zicheng finally spoke. His voice was hoarse and his voice had a strong nasal sound, "Enough is enough, stop talking..."

Fang Qiao was taken aback, and finally regained some reason, her first reaction was to raise Yan Zicheng's drooping chin, and she met his red eyes and slightly trembling lips.Fang Qiao felt a pain in his heart, thinking of what he said just now, he regretted so much.

"Senior...senior, don't cry, don't cry! I didn't mean it, I was angry, I couldn't control my mouth..." Fang Qiao hurriedly explained.

Yan Zicheng remained silent for a while, and finally pushed him away, and walked out first.

"Don't follow me, I won't go back to the dormitory." Yan Zicheng was still drunk, walking and talking a little unsteadily, but he had obviously calmed down.He stood at the door of the bar and said to Joe with a blank expression.

"Then where are you going?" Fang Qiao asked with a frown that it was impossible to leave the drunk Yan Zicheng alone.

Yan Zicheng ignored him, turned around and walked towards Rujia next to him.

Fang Qiao breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was staying in a hotel, instead of changing to another bar to continue drinking... Seeing that Yan Zicheng had already entered, he quickly followed.

Fang Qiao followed him all the way to the door of the room. The two knew each other immediately, and the waiter of the hotel didn't stop him.

Yan Zicheng swiped his card to open the door, seeing that Fang Qiao still had no intention of leaving, he simply let him go.He was too tired to care about other things. Alcohol burned his blood and nerves, his temples throbbed, his throat was so dry that it was about to smoke, and even talking would hurt.In fact, with his body, it is impossible to drink too much alcohol like this. It is estimated that by tomorrow, various symptoms will follow one after another.But tonight he was so uncomfortable that he would rather use his physical discomfort to overcome the pain in his heart.

The bed in the hotel is naturally not as comfortable as his own bed. When lying on it, the strange smell envelops his whole body, which makes Yan Zicheng feel more and more awkward.But no matter what, he can't go back to the dormitory tonight. He still needs some time to clean up his broken feelings and sort out his chaotic thoughts. Then, he will use the most natural and normal appearance to return to Yang Ze in life.

The gaffe tonight was the only chance he gave himself, and he would never have it again.

In the middle of the night, Yan Zicheng had a fever, he slept very restlessly, kept uttering small ravings, tossing and turning on the bed.Fang Qiao put on his coat, walked two streets outside, and finally found a 24-hour pharmacy, and bought medicine for him.By the time everything was done, it was almost three o'clock in the morning. Yan Zicheng's mobile phone was still on the bedside table, emitting a faint light. Fang Qiao picked it up and took a look. There were many missed calls and a bunch of text messages , signed by Yang Ze.

A complicated look flashed across Fang Qiao's face, he hesitated for a while, and finally pressed the button, sent a text message back to Yang Ze, and told Yan Zi that he was safe.

The next morning, Yan Zicheng woke up dizzy and dizzy, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Fang Qiao who had fallen asleep leaning against the edge of the bed.The clothes on his body were wet with sweat, sticking to his skin sticky.He is familiar with this situation, probably because he had a fever last night.

Fang Qiao probably took care of him all night. He was very tired and showed no signs of waking up.Yan Zicheng didn't call him, he got up with his limp body, washed and tidied up carefully, left a note on the door, and left quietly.

He remembered what he said and did last night very clearly, and Fang Qiao, of course, also remembered it clearly.Accidentally, he let others know his biggest secret. Yan Zicheng couldn't think of how to face this little junior for a while, so he could only run away once again.

Every time he gets drunk and makes a fool of himself, he can be bumped into by Fang Qiao... I really can't drink indiscriminately in the future... On the way back to the dormitory, Yan Zicheng thought with a wry smile.

He dragged his weak legs up to the second floor, and before he could take out the key, the door opened with a "bang" from the inside. Yang Ze glared at him angrily, stretched out his hand and pulled him in, and then It was a straight lesson, "Yan Zicheng, you idiot, are you fucking tired of living? You didn't know to tell me when you went out to drink in the middle of the night! You still want to faint outside like before and go straight to the hospital Don't you! Do you know how anxious I am, huh? I'm going to find you to find the early morning!..."

Yan Zicheng listened with a wry smile, unable to say a word.

He drank the wine all night, humiliated himself in front of others, tossed so much that he was neither a ghost nor a ghost, to put it bluntly, he was intoxicated with himself, and in Yang Ze's eyes, he was just convulsed and insane, and he was too busy to look for death in a panic. ...

In fact, that's right, Yang Ze didn't know anything at all, and he didn't make any mistakes. If he had to say it, he was just too slow.The one who is stupid and owes money is himself. He has a secret love with his own petty thoughts.

"Okay, stop nagging me, I have a headache, I'll sleep first." Unexpectedly, Yan Zicheng interrupted Yang Ze's words, and went to bed by himself.

Yang Ze was stunned for a moment, then shut his mouth resentfully, thinking what was going on with this guy, suddenly he was so eccentric, something must have happened... Then thinking of the other party's pale face in the gymnasium yesterday, his heart tightened ——

Sister, with Yan Zicheng's unreliable body, he must be suffering from some serious illness!

Yang Ze made himself nervous, all the anger from just now disappeared, and he waited attentively after busy work, for fear of irritating the poor "patient", but he didn't know that he was going in the wrong direction.

Yan Zicheng lay with his back to Yang Ze, listening to the other's greetings, he was so tired that he didn't want to say a word.

—— "Yan Zicheng, wake up, Yang Ze is a straight man! You and him have nothing to do with each other! Not now, and there won't be any more in the future!"

In her mind, Fang Qiao's angry roar was played back repeatedly, like a curse that could not be thrown away.

Don't really say it, although what he said sounds ugly, but it makes sense.In a person's life, there are always a few people who can't get it. Yang Ze probably exists like this for him, so it's better to have a good sleep, and then give up on him quickly, so as not to torture yourself.

In the next few days, Yan Zicheng used his ability to avoid people to the extreme. He completely changed his living habits. He no longer stayed in the dormitory, but changed from library to classroom to restaurant and bar. To make sure that Fang Qiao couldn't find him, he even handed over the task of submitting manuscripts to the radio station to Yang Ze.Yang Ze thought he was not feeling well, so he didn't dare to complain at all, so he took over all the work willingly.

Hiding from people is not a good way, but Yan Zicheng did it anyway.For him, the matter of sexual orientation and secret love is a secret that must be kept tightly guarded, but now Fang Qiao can figure it out so clearly that he doesn't even have to explain it.Before he figured out how to deal with it, he could only bite the bullet and be a shrinking turtle, and it would be a day if he could drag it on.

The only thing to be thankful for is that Fang Qiao is not a big mouthed person and did not tell anyone what happened that night.

However, thanks to Fang Qiao's existence, these days, he seldom thinks about Yang Ze.

After Yan Zicheng hid for a few days, he felt embarrassed again. After all, Fang Qiao took care of him that night, even if he didn't have any credit, he had to work hard. He, Yan Zicheng, owed others, and that was a solid fact.He is a noble and arrogant person, and he doesn't like to owe favors to others. Whenever he thinks about it, he feels awkward, and when he has time, he thinks about how to return the favor.

The author has something to say: it’s so cool to write cursing, I will say it~

Today's holiday double update~ The second update is about midnight!

Next time notice:

Just when Yan Zicheng was thinking about it, he suddenly discovered Fang Qiao's secret.

Yan: It's you...!